Over the last few years I have been experimenting with ecstatic trance through pain. Specifically things within the BDSM community such as floggers, canes, and needles. This is one of those experiences.
I haven’t written this post till now to allow myself time to process and figure out if I was actually going to post this or not. However I decided it is important to tell of these experiences so they are not as scary to others who may wish to try it at some point.
Please do be advised though; it does take training to be able to put the needles into the skin. It takes training to ensure they will not get infected. Proper precautions must be taken any time you break the skin. I personally have the training however I have not perfected how deep to go in the skin yet. I still need to get better before doing other people.
A friend of mine came over Tuesday night. She originally was going to take it a bit easier on me since this was the first time she had dealt with me. However, we went with the flow. She got my back all cleaned with alcohol to ensure it was sterile and did her gloves as well.
The first four needles went in. I started to float a little, not too too much. I believe this is from me being so used to needles from getting nerve blocks every week. She asked if she could continue, I said yes.
Four more went in. She figured this was the point that I would start backing out, not realizing I was floating and enjoying the floating. I told her to keep going.
Four more, we’re now at 12. She wasn’t expecting me to take so many this first time. I start to drop into mild trance though I’m still able to talk to her to have her keep going. Hoping to get to a point that I actually drop.
2 more go in. The music starts. There was no music that had been playing in the house, but a familiar song starts up. White Wedding. My trance guide singing his heart out playing his guitar and I can hear him loud and clear. I’m still in this world enough to talk to Vesta though so she decided on 2 more.
The last 2 go in. The music is playing at full volume. I’m a happy little clam. We leave them in for a while. I’m too floaty to tell Vesta that the music is playing and I’d rather it not stop.
As she starts to take them out the music fades out and I come back. Still on an endorphin rush as if I had gotten my shots. She makes sure I’m good, she knows that if something happens I do have people home and so she leaves to go make her lunch and such for the next day at work.
Fast forward to today. I still have minor bruising from the needles, it’s in a pretty star-burst shape. I had to explain the whole process to my pain specialist. He thought it was neat and totally didn’t care. Love my Drs.